"I am Feng Buhui. Let go first," Feng Buhui stepped forward and saluted Yang An.
Feng Buhui is the well-deserved big brother of the July rcenary Team, and among them all, his mastery of basic Dark Techniques is the most solid. He has just broken through to Dark Heavenly in the past few days, and in terms of sheer physical prowess alone, he ranks among the best of them.
Yang An had already noticed Feng Buhui. In the July Team, with n and won, tall and short, they really did not look like a regular rcenary Team.
Out of them, only Feng Buhui seed most like a rcenary. He had a full forehead and a stable breath, and his walk exuded the air of a great general.
Yang An nodded to himself, thinking that this young man does have so semblance of decency, unlike the Tom, Dick, and Harry that ran to the Martial Arts Hall this morning.
"As you might have guessed, there are only two ways to get past this point: either move that Stone Tiger Lion, which weighs six hundred sixty-six pounds and requires soone with strange force to move it, or fight . Those who choose to fight only need to withstand my three moves," Yang An, having served the Bo Sai rcenary King for many years, had reached Dark Heavenly Great Success, and with his rich combat experience, it was nearly impossible to defeat him.
"I choose to move the Stone Tiger Lion," Feng Buhui paused briefly before making a decision.
Yang An, as an old-tir in the rcenary World, commanded a certain respect. Feng Buhui thought of the challenges ahead and did not wish to expend too much Dark Energy.
"You, co here," Yang An stepped aside, leaving room for Feng Buhui to approach.
"No need, I can do it from where I stand. Senior Yang, please be careful," Feng Buhui extended his right hand, and the Demon Mark on his arm emitted a dazzling light, and in his hand appeared a crossbow made of Dark Energy.
"Dark Energy into a crossbow? It seems that not only has your Compass improved, but after advancing to Dark Heavenly, you’ve also mastered a new Dark Technique," Yue Jinghua comnted, nodding in approval.
The Demon Mark of Feng Buhui was incredibly domineering. In his Demon Crossbow form, a single arrow could split mountains and shatter rocks. Unfortunately, Feng Buhui beca too fierce after transforming into the Demon Crossbow, and the transformation consud too much Dark Energy; he would only resort to it when facing grave dangers.
Feng Buhui had the bow drawn and energy gathered, and when he released the arrow, it was like a teor in the dark night, lighting up the entire sky.
The fierce and imposing arrow energy was like a Jiao Long erging from the sea, suddenly opening its huge mouth and pouncing on the Stone Tiger Lion.
After a deafening noise, the stone-made Tiger Lion Beast exploded.
Although Yang An dodged in ti, jumping to the side to avoid the misfortune of being hit by stone fragnts, when he turned back to look, the corner of his mouth twitched,
The once majestic Stone Tiger Lion that lay at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall a mont before had been reduced to pieces, with its head and limbs all separated.
"Deacon Yang, does this count as a pass?" asked Feng Buhui from the side.
Yang An coughed a few tis in pretense to hide his embarrassnt, waved his hand, and gestured for Feng Buhui to pass.
This arrow energy was quite exquisite. The young rcenary’s strength was impressive. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be able to progress smoothly through the Xuyang Trial.
"Hehe, Uncle, now that the Stone Tiger Lion is gone, why don’t you make it easy for us and let us all through?" Luo Compass saw the Stone Tiger Lion blocking the way had been shattered by one of Feng Buhui’s arrows, imdiately grinned, and hurried over to Yang An, nodding and bowing.
Feng Buhui is truly the best companion, even thinking of clearing the path for those behind him.
"Who said that? It’s just one of the Stone Tiger Lions. Co on, bring over my Copper Tiger Lion," Yang An glared, causing Luo to retreat several steps with a thud thud, "Fatty, don’t think about taking the easy way out. Let tell you, I have a passion for collecting all kinds of Tiger Lion statues. This Stone Tiger Lion is rely 666 pounds. Besides that, I have a Copper Tiger Lion that weighs 777 pounds, a Silver Tiger Lion that is 888 pounds, a Golden Tiger Lion at 999 pounds. Which one do you choose?"
Luo glanced at his own stubby arms and legs, then at the mountain-high pile of broken stone fragnts, even if shattered all over the ground, and inwardly groaned, where did this old pervert co from, not even treating people like humans.
Luo’s green bean-sized eyes rolled around a few tis, "Then I’ll just choose to exchange a few moves with the senior. How many moves did we say? Three moves?"
Yang An stared at Luo’s round body, his mouth twitching again, "Others get three moves. If you, little guy, can last two moves under , then you pass."
With glazed eyes and a body of fat that could rival an oil-extracting animal, limbs limp, unable to carry or lift, Yang An absolutely couldn’t believe that with Luo’s figure, he could survive two moves under him.
"Uncle, what counts as surviving two moves?" Luo asked in pursuit.
"After two moves, if you’re not on the ground and still breathing, then you win," Yang An, always present at the Martial Arts Hall, was completely ignorant of the events happening outside.
Little did Yang An know, as soon as he finished speaking, the fatty Luo’s bean-sized eyes suddenly shone with boundless spirit.
"Uncle, I’m ready, make your move," Luo inhaled and puffed up his chest, adopting a clumsy horse stance.
"Fatty, are you out of your mind, you’re letting attack first?" What Yang An ant was, if the fatty attacked, as long as he wasn’t injured by Yang An’s Dark Energy in two moves, the fatty would win. But the fatty turned the tables, challenging the higher difficulty by letting Yang An make the move.
"Uncle Yang, just make your move, he... can take a lot," Qin Dongting had co to regard Yang An as a senior, speaking with great respect.
Well then, if he didn’t attack, with the kid’s ability, even if he entered the Martial Arts Hall, he would either be crippled or killed by others. To avoid unnecessary casualties, Yang An decided to play the villain for this purpose.
Yang An, with no choice but to frown, stepped forward and sized up Luo, pondering to himself how much strength he should use to avoid maiming the kid.
After thinking for a while, he finally set his gaze on Luo’s belly. He gathered his Dark Energy and struck Luo’s stomach with his palm.
Even though he used only three-point force, the punch still whipped through the air, powerful enough to shatter a thick-waisted tree.
Yang An thought that after this punch, Luo would need to rest for ten days to half a month. To his surprise, upon striking, he felt a clever force suck away all his palm power cleanly.
Despite his short stature, Luo stood firm on the spot, without a single flinch.
"Uncle, that counts as one move!" Little did Yang An know, Luo was protected by a unique Divine Rune. It didn’t matter if Yang An used three or even five points of force, Luo could dissolve it all with the Flying Divine Pattern on his body.
The rest of the July rcenary Team could not contain their joy either, with Feng Buhui giving an appreciative thumbs up to Luo.
However, this left Yang An’s face unable to hang on, he huffed: "Fatty, I didn’t expect that, you really hid your strength well. But don’t get too proud, there’s still one more palm to go."
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